Open sail and row boats A hundred or more Home through the rain-shine Bring mackerel ashore For salting and shipping To beyond the sunset Where our future may lie If we abandon the net And a hundred years on There's a breathtaking view The North wall is ancient As the sun and the moon Stories and folklore Don't mention the sea Just the Corrie lakes High in the hills above me The unthinkable ocean Where brave men still die Wasn't part of this landscape Just mountain and sky The hills are as old As the Monday night dance We won't come out no more We won't come out no more And a hundred years on There's a breathtaking view The North wall is ancient But the window is new Stories and folklore Don't mention the sea Just the Corrie lakes High in the hills above me